Monday, January 3, 2011

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Since the last time I've wrote,I've almost passed,pissed off my folks & burnt the Palamino Animal Rescue.I chase pussy like a mutt chases a speeding car.Electricity is pushing my heart like a good samertian helping a car off the road.I'm more confused then Tuesday & taller too.Surrounded by fools that are no where near my foolishness.Still thinking of should'A,could'A & would'A....Stuck in last place with a 1st place attitude.Double vision with 3-d glasses.The beer is cold & weak & women our on my mind like big money & fast cars.Dads health is staring at me in the rear view.. This is not a joke its real life, get your head in the game, your up to bat.Look straight & follow true. Don't fail my friend!Another day down in this town.No excuse will make this right.My heart beats hard & my eyelids stay low...My education is 2nd grade at best.Light another smoke your on your way.They have pushed me far beyond the point of return.I would like to fight Jesus,the grim reaper & the devil all at once.A true head,butt right to the baby maker of the world.Lost in weak sorrow for myself.Staring down the barrel of a pile of heavy shit, with no toilet paper in sight. The sani-hut of life!A true urinal cake with no iceing to be found.How did i get this lost.I'm a good driver but i put it in reverse at redline, blowing my motor with no $, or tools to fix my engine..

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Last nights mayhem could have escalated into a fierce prison term.The nights electricity were streamlining threw our veins like a steam locomotive.The nonsense & ignorance were running at a all time high.The megaphone was loud and full of hot air.Everyone in the bar turned to stone and watched as our bartenders transformed into Washoe CountyDeputy's.They proceeded to hand out tickets on trumped up charges, confiscating my beverage under the "Homo Act."A man can only take so much of this blasphemy before he has to root himself in and hold his groundAgainst such an outrageous, unjust force.The fighting was quick and lame.Lead by deep voices and circus freaks.The drive home was dangerous and skilled.Wake up, & comb your mustache it's time to get to work....